I don’t hate Mondays
Today the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow. The first snow. I had slept well but woke up at five, and unable to sleep any more I […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Mariachi for myself
I mix tequilatriple-sec,squeeze the limeand let my fingergraze the glass-rimsalt it, servemyself alone. I imagine sea,sounds of surfthe smoky scentof barbecueand music laughter,yesterdayand far away Summer smelledof coriander leavesbut silence […]
Moment Memento
Behind usmoon-kissed seasound of surfscent of salt;sand still warmhands seeks solaceskin on skinwe conversein racing heartbeatswhen a suddendraught of windice the spelland we return foryou to meetagainyour waiting groom. Today […]
Deaths
this saddest datetests detest aheadthe heated hate at haste, at hasteas assets heistedestates, the shedsstashed at haste detested deedsthe hated hats heads heeds shadesedated hateash sheets deads the datethe date […]
Time travel with Aldora
In the library time isa six year old girl named Aldorarunning through the corridorsand alleys and seeminglywith her unicorn magic takingyou over storm-ridden seasacross snow laden valleysinto Mediaeval battle fieldswhere […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 